Doober's Diner

I have recently become an addict of the Food Network. Now, I’ve never been too much of a TV watcher, but it’s begun, and it really is quickly becoming a full-blown addiction. I realized this the other day when I got up, and as I was brushing my teeth, went out to turn on the Food Network to see what was on. Then there was that night where I watched four hours in a row. You see, I’ve always loved cooking, and recently, Joy and I have decided that we want to have a show on the Food Network. Now, I’m not sure it will ever happen, but we now regularly find ourselves talking about our show, what we’ll call it, what our signature stuff will be, etc. We are in fact planning on beginning to video tape each other cooking meals in our kitchen as we pretend we’re on TV. Yes, we know we’re odd and we’re working through that.

Now, you must not think that this food and cooking through is new. I mean, most of you have probably never heard of Doober’s Diner. Well, Doober was the name of my late three-legged dog that I got during my freshman year of high school. (Actually, for the record, when Doober’s Diner began, he probably still had four legs. After he lost one during that rough winter, he became known as Tripod.) But back to the Diner. You see, omelets were always my specialty, so I decided I was going to open up a restaurant right in my home where we would make the best breakfasts known to Shelby. So I made up a menu, listed the ingredients, thought of some prices, and printed them off. And for those of you who think this may be joke, let me assure you that it is not—I was dead serious about this diner. I would regularly tell people at our church about it and ask them when they were coming. For some reason, they never did. And then I would try to get my family to come to Doober’s Diner, but for some reason my parents didn’t want to pay to have their breakfast made at the Diner in their kitchen when they had paid for all the ingredients stored in the fridge. So needless to say, Doober’s Diner did not last long, but the dream has lived on.

So I’ve got some ideas for my show for the TV network. Joy and I have thought about doing a show where we show how cooking in the kitchen can be fun when done with someone else. We can teach some basic and easy meals to young couples or friends. If I had a show by myself, I would work on showing guys a good time in the kitchen, showing them how to cook for the ladies, have a good time, and enjoy their time amidst veggies and pots and cutting boards and a freezer without frozen pizzas.

Maybe someday I’ll have my own restaurant. Fine food, cheese, and wine…it doesn’t get much better than that, right? But that may never happen it seems, but if anyone is in town and wants a good omelet or a lamb rack in a red wine reduction glaze served over asparagus, you just let me know.